Charlie Burns: Quiet. Fast Eddie: Yeah, like a church. Church of the Good Hustle. Charlie Burns: Looks more like a morgue to me. Those tables are the slabs they lay the stiffs on. Fast Eddie: I'll be alive when I get out, Charlie.
Sultan: Rolls-Royce Phantom two. 4.3 litre, 30 horsepower, six cylinder engine, with Stromberg downdraft carburetor, can go from zero to 100 kilometres an hour in 12.5 seconds. And I even like the color.
Walter Donovan: Care to wet your whistle Marcus? Marcus Brody: I'd rather spit in your face. But as I haven't got any spit... [takes the flasks, but it is grabbed by Vogel before he can take a sip]
[Indy and his father have boarded the airship] Indiana Jones: Well, we made it! Professor Henry Jones: [looking out from behind his newspaper] When we are airborne, with Germany behind us, *then* I will share that sentiment!
Louis: We searched village after village, country after country. And always we found nothing. I began to believe we were the only ones. There was a strange comfort in that thought. For what could the damned really have to say to the damned?
George Bailey: Its this old house. I don't know why we all don't have pneumonia. Draughty old barn! Its like living in a refrigerator. Why can't we live somewhere else instead of this measly, crummy old town?
Tony Stark: How'd it go? [Stark sees a pizza box on the table] Tony Stark: Oh, that bad, huh? Obadiah Stane: Just because I brought pizza back from New York doesn't mean it went bad.
Fischer: [of his father] At the end, he called me to his deathbed. He could barely speak; but he took the trouble to tell me one last thing. He pulled me close... and I could only make out... one word: "Disappointed."
Syndrome: [Slams Mr. Incredible against the ground] Am I good enough now? [Slams him again] Syndrome: Who's super now? I'm Syndrome, your nemesis and... [inadvertently throws Mr. Incredible out of sight] Syndrome: Oh, brilliant.
Lee: Life's cheap. It only takes one bullet... He's no ordinary assassin; I hope we're just looking for one man. If I'm not mistaken, this man is not a cold-blooded murderer. Sgt. Randy Chang: It only takes one bullet, cold-blooded or not.
Dill Harris: Let's go down to the courthouse and see the room that they locked Boo up in. My aunt says it's bat-infested, and he nearly died from the mildew. Come on. I bet they got chains and instruments of torture down there.
Older Scout: [narrating] There just didn't seem to be anyone or anything Atticus couldn't explain. Though it wasn't a talent that would arouse the admiration of any of our friends, Jem and I had to admit he was very good at that - but that was *all* ...
Max: I often thought about him during the war; if only 1900 were here, who knows what he'd do, what he'd say. 'Fuck war' he'd say. But somehow, coming from me, it wasn't the same.
Sam: [tearing the spider silk away from Frodo's face] Oh no! Frodo... Mr. Frodo, wake up... Don't leave me here alone. Don't go where I can't follow... Wake up.
Theoden: Grimbold, how many? Grimbold: I bring 500 from the Westfold, my lord. Gamling: We have 300 more from Fenmarch, Theoden King. Theoden: Where are the riders of Snowbourn? Gamling: None have come, my lord.
Jack Crabb: [after the sergeant shoots Shadow] There was no describing how I felt: an enemy had saved my life from the violent murder of one of my best friends... The world was too ridiculous to even bother to live in.
[about the passing Wood-elves] Frodo: They're going to the harbor beyond the White Towers. To the Grey Havens. Sam: They're leaving Middle-earth. Frodo: Never to return. Sam: I don't know why - it makes me sad.
Treebeard: Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut or acorn. Pippin: I'm sorry, Treebeard. Treebeard: They had voices of their own. Saruman! A wizard should know better!
Verna: I guess we both double-crossed Leo. He's well rid of us both. The two of us Tom, we're about bad enough to deserve each other. Tom Reagan: Are we? Verna: We're a couple of heels, Tom. Yes we are.
Billy Fish: I oft times tell Ootah about Englishmens. How they give names to dogs and take off hats to womans, and march into battle, left - right, left -right with rifles on their shoulders.
[talking on the phone about Sammy Jankis' attempts to learn through repitition] Leonard Shelby: Sammy had no drive, no reason to make it work. [listens and looks at his tattoo reading "John G. raped and murdered my wife"] Leonard Shelby: Me? Yeah, I ...
